I looked at Shawn peering into the large mirror that blocked between the room where we were watching and the room where Damon was inside with a Psychiatrist. From where we were standing we could hear the two talking.

Damon was wearing a white gown, while two men were behind him.

"How old are you?" The female Psychiatrist asked him.

"12." Damon replied coldly, I handed Shawn the mineral water I was holding, he immediately accepted it and then looked at Damon again.

"How many years have you been experiencing the things you told me?" The woman asked Damon.

"Since I was 10 years old." Damon replied coldly, no emotion...